Trust. Trusting someone here can get you killed, yet it is who we as Americans are. We are an open and trusting society. We have our share of faults, just watch the news, our detractors are all too willing, and ready to broadcast our shortcomings. So be it. We are Americans, we rise above it, and no matter what the media portrays on television or on radio we rise above it. No matter how much our allies proclaim our actions to be unjust, and how they will not support this or any other unilateral US action. We rise above it, and when they call us we are there. As Mr. Colin Powell proclaimed all we ask for in exchange is a plot of land to bury our dead. That is who we are. We also have our detractors at home. People who call us murders, and say that we are targeting Innocent women and children. They have absurd websites such as "Forsake the Troops", they use their celebrity status to elevate their own personal agendas and to sway the masses to champion their causes. They call the President of the United States "idiot", they slander the very nation that affords them the freedom of speech to do so. Still, we rise above it, and to the death I swore to defend them. Against all enemies, foreign and domestic. And so we do. We soldier on, and every day we don our armour and load out into armorured vehicles and drive out into it. Providing the men who are trying to kill us with a Target, so that if trouble may come, it comes our way. Not to a little girl coming home from school killed by a mortar round, because the man who sent this weapon made in China, to end her life. because he was so blinded by ignorance and fanatical bastardized religious vomit, he can't even comprehend that he is the pawn, and when he dies he is not a martyr just one more victim of the Global War on Terrorism. Do, I respect him? No. Do I pity him? No. Will I honor him? No. I'll forget all about him, and though I don't pray, the loss of this life even one who murders innocents is tragic. I am a soldier, he is my enemy. At the end of the day it was him or me, here I am, I hope his journey to hell is a short one.
Betrayal here is to be expected. Being lied to, also expected. Yet when it was one who you trusted, and sought to protect his helpless ones and he turns around and betrays that trust, it is devastating. Not that I didn't expect it, but nonetheless I am more American at times that this job can allow. My trust has been shattered by someone who doesn't get the gravity of the game he choose to play. He will be punished, by his own people, so be it. If he is guilty, he deserves his punishment. We are Americans and we rise above it. We are often called arrogant, and self-righteous. Guilty as charged, we are called meddlesome, and charged with interfering in the internal affairs of sovereign nations. Again guilty as charged. We are reckless cowboys who are ethnocentrists and try to impose our standard of life on cultures and nations that don't want our help. Ask the average Iraqi, you know the ones never seen on CNN, FOX, MSNBC, or Al Jezerra, ask them if they'd prefer to be back under the reign of Saddam and family. If you pull all of your unbiased information from the MSM, you may be surprised to find that the average Iraqi, would rather die than go back to that.
Do I want to be here? No. I have other designs for the rest of my days, but in the end if these people here realize even 1/10th of what can be achieved in a free society, then my year here was not in vain. Are we heroes? I don't think so, this is our job, for some of us this is not a job, it is our chosen profession. This is what we do. It is who we are. For the last 16 years of my life it has been who I am. I have never murdered an innocent civilian, I have never tortured a prisoner of war, I have never treated the Muslim holy book with disrespect. I have treated all of my enemies humanely. As well as about 99% of the rest of our Armed Forces. Some detractors say we are fighting an immoral war and stealing the oil from Iraq, some say this is the President's illegal war. I invite them to come here and walk a mile in my shoes. In 60lbs of armour, and ammunition in the 120 degree heat of the cradle of civilization. I invite them to come here to Iraq, and stare down the highway looking for IEDs in a HHMMWV that has no AC and the very water in your canteen literally is to hot to drink. I invite them to come here and remove the body of an innocent man assassinated in his car (shot in the head) simply for taking a job with the Americans (We have a tendency here to overpay). I invite them to realize that being an American has great benefits, but with those benefits also comes great responsibility.
I love my country, and I am here because she called me to service. I am not a hero, I don't consider my comrades in arms heroes either. This is our duty, and despite the hardship of being away from my home, my wife, and everything I love; this is (for now) who I am Citizen, Soldier, Patriot.